Hi there! It's my first real (non-orientation hi how are ya) post. Don't eat me.
Just a few gems from my previous (and current) employment. I've held quite a few jobs over the years, almost all CS oriented, and have picked up some real SCs.
Just Plane Stupid
Me: Secretary at upscale charter airline.
SC: um, yeah.
Me: Good morning, *airline*, how may I direct your call?
SC: Yeah, I need to go to Dallas.
Me: Ok, sir, do you have an account with us?
SC: Account? no, I just...wanna go to Dallas. I need a ticket.
Me: Sir, we're a charter airline, we don't sell tickets, we rent private planes.
SC: Whaddya mean you don't sell tickets, you an AIRLINE, right?
Me: Yes, but we're a CHARTER airline, sir. We rent planes.
SC: Well, those planes got SEATS, right?
Me:...yes....but...
SC: Well, I just wanna "rent" (I could almost picture the air quotes) a SEAT.
Me: Sir, I don't think you understand...
SC: How much would it cost to go to Dallas? I just wanna go to Dallas, f***, I could drive there in 2 hours....
Me: (fed up) Sir, a charter to Dallas for one passenger comes to $XXXXX.XX.
SC:....well F***! (hangs up)
You know, the guy....with....the thing
Me: Happy bookseller
SC: Ignorance
Me: Can I help you find something?
SC: um, yeah....looking for a book.
Me: Ok, do you know the author?
SC: Yeah, um....It's a guy....the cover is red.
Me: (as with all booksellers, have had this type of conversation no less than 30 times a shift) Ok....The DaVinci Code?
SC: YES! That one!
Me: Sorry, ma'am, we've been sold out all morning. We should receive...
SC: What? How are you sold out?
Me:...We sold the last copy this morning, I'm sorry, we should be....
SC: Well does the *chain bookstore downtown* have it?
Me: I don't know ma'am, I can give you the number if...
SC: Can't you just look it up?
Me: Um, our systems aren't connected, I can call them for you if....
SC: What? How are you not connected, aren't all *chain stores* connected?
Me: Ma'am, we're an independent bookstore, we aren't affiliated with *chain store*
SC: But you just said you'd call them!
Me: Well yes, because I was being nice.
SC: WHATEVER, I'll just go to your other store....
Me: There is no other store ma'am, we're INDEPENDENT...this is the ONLY store...
SC: (storming away) Stupid bookstore doesn't carry books!
Me:
Jesus and Boobies
Me: Happy theatre box office peon
SC: don't get me started
Me: Hello, *theater*, how may I help you?
SC: Yes, I'd like tickets for Passion please. (note: Passion is a Stephen Sondheim musical)
Me: Ok, how many?
SC: 2 adults and 3 children.
Me: Ma'am, I have to warn you that this show contains adult themes and may be inappropriate for children.
SC: Oh, it's ok, I want them to get the message.
Me:..um...
SC: ....about Jesus.
Me: (not again...) Um...ma'am, this show doesn't have anything to do with the movie, "The Passion", and it contains nudity.
SC: NUDITY!
Me: Ma'am I tried to tell you...
SC: How dare you promote a nudie show under the premise of the Saviour!?
Me: Ma'am, I did no such thing.
SC: Promoting a show about boobies (yes she said "boobies") under the name of "The Passion" so that any unsuspecting Christian would be pulled into it....I demand to talk to someone!
Me: Ma'am, the chow is clearly advertised as "Stephen Sondheim's Passion", not as "The Passion of the Christ", and none of our ads show...
SC: I will be talking to my church about this! *hangs up*
Me: *sigh*
Photoshop is not a verb
(Ok, so this isn't exactly a SC story, more like a sucky boss)
Me: Happy, underpaid Graphic Designer
SB: Certifiably crazy boss
SB: Hey, Inker, can you photoshop this? (hands me a horrid photo print out)
Me: Um, ok, what do you want me to do to it?
SB: Photoshop it.
Me: ... I mean, do you want me to fix the colors, the resolution, change the size? i can do a lot in Photoshop.
SB: Oh, you know, just Photoshop it.
Me: *facepalm* ok, but what specifically?
SB: I thought you knew how to use Photoshop?
Me: I....do.
SB: Ok, so photoshop this.
Me: ...ok....what is it for?
SB: My son's college application for graphic design school
Me:
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The end. Thanks for reading such a novel!
Just a few gems from my previous (and current) employment. I've held quite a few jobs over the years, almost all CS oriented, and have picked up some real SCs.
Just Plane Stupid
Me: Secretary at upscale charter airline.
SC: um, yeah.
Me: Good morning, *airline*, how may I direct your call?
SC: Yeah, I need to go to Dallas.
Me: Ok, sir, do you have an account with us?
SC: Account? no, I just...wanna go to Dallas. I need a ticket.
Me: Sir, we're a charter airline, we don't sell tickets, we rent private planes.
SC: Whaddya mean you don't sell tickets, you an AIRLINE, right?
Me: Yes, but we're a CHARTER airline, sir. We rent planes.
SC: Well, those planes got SEATS, right?
Me:...yes....but...
SC: Well, I just wanna "rent" (I could almost picture the air quotes) a SEAT.
Me: Sir, I don't think you understand...
SC: How much would it cost to go to Dallas? I just wanna go to Dallas, f***, I could drive there in 2 hours....
Me: (fed up) Sir, a charter to Dallas for one passenger comes to $XXXXX.XX.
SC:....well F***! (hangs up)
You know, the guy....with....the thing
Me: Happy bookseller
SC: Ignorance
Me: Can I help you find something?
SC: um, yeah....looking for a book.
Me: Ok, do you know the author?
SC: Yeah, um....It's a guy....the cover is red.
Me: (as with all booksellers, have had this type of conversation no less than 30 times a shift) Ok....The DaVinci Code?
SC: YES! That one!
Me: Sorry, ma'am, we've been sold out all morning. We should receive...
SC: What? How are you sold out?
Me:...We sold the last copy this morning, I'm sorry, we should be....
SC: Well does the *chain bookstore downtown* have it?
Me: I don't know ma'am, I can give you the number if...
SC: Can't you just look it up?
Me: Um, our systems aren't connected, I can call them for you if....
SC: What? How are you not connected, aren't all *chain stores* connected?
Me: Ma'am, we're an independent bookstore, we aren't affiliated with *chain store*
SC: But you just said you'd call them!
Me: Well yes, because I was being nice.
SC: WHATEVER, I'll just go to your other store....
Me: There is no other store ma'am, we're INDEPENDENT...this is the ONLY store...
SC: (storming away) Stupid bookstore doesn't carry books!
Me:

Jesus and Boobies
Me: Happy theatre box office peon
SC: don't get me started
Me: Hello, *theater*, how may I help you?
SC: Yes, I'd like tickets for Passion please. (note: Passion is a Stephen Sondheim musical)
Me: Ok, how many?
SC: 2 adults and 3 children.
Me: Ma'am, I have to warn you that this show contains adult themes and may be inappropriate for children.
SC: Oh, it's ok, I want them to get the message.
Me:..um...
SC: ....about Jesus.
Me: (not again...) Um...ma'am, this show doesn't have anything to do with the movie, "The Passion", and it contains nudity.
SC: NUDITY!
Me: Ma'am I tried to tell you...
SC: How dare you promote a nudie show under the premise of the Saviour!?
Me: Ma'am, I did no such thing.
SC: Promoting a show about boobies (yes she said "boobies") under the name of "The Passion" so that any unsuspecting Christian would be pulled into it....I demand to talk to someone!
Me: Ma'am, the chow is clearly advertised as "Stephen Sondheim's Passion", not as "The Passion of the Christ", and none of our ads show...
SC: I will be talking to my church about this! *hangs up*
Me: *sigh*
Photoshop is not a verb
(Ok, so this isn't exactly a SC story, more like a sucky boss)
Me: Happy, underpaid Graphic Designer
SB: Certifiably crazy boss
SB: Hey, Inker, can you photoshop this? (hands me a horrid photo print out)
Me: Um, ok, what do you want me to do to it?
SB: Photoshop it.
Me: ... I mean, do you want me to fix the colors, the resolution, change the size? i can do a lot in Photoshop.
SB: Oh, you know, just Photoshop it.
Me: *facepalm* ok, but what specifically?
SB: I thought you knew how to use Photoshop?
Me: I....do.
SB: Ok, so photoshop this.
Me: ...ok....what is it for?
SB: My son's college application for graphic design school
Me:

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The end. Thanks for reading such a novel!
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